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The meal and the conversation about Jordan had done her in. Kingdom’s hot tongue on her body had already battered at the walls she’d attempted to erect against him, but the gesture of bringing her a meal had toppled what remained. After they finished their meal and cleaned up, Kingdom locked up the office and shoved a helmet into her hands. Twenty-five minutes later, he was fumbling with the lock of his warehouse while working his tongue into her mouth.
She was ready to devour him. Light touches skimmed down the crests of his six pack, then caught the bottom of his shirt and dragged it up his torso. He broke their kiss long enough to yank it off, and her hands landed on his hot, hard flesh. Cupping her a*s in his large hands, he growled, “Enough.” Boosting her up in his arms, he rose
